At His Feet

It’s never been about the gifts.  I want to tell you a story of a woman.  She lived a sinful life, but still she had this one beautiful thing that she kept a secret.  It was an Alabaster Jar of rare perfume.  It was her dowry.  It was her inheritance.  When life got bad or worse she would turn to it and remember she always had a way out. But then the day came when she heard about Jesus, she saw him; she heard his words preached and she knew she needed to find him, and worship at His Feet.

It would cost her-this very expensive perfume.  She knew only Jesus would be worthy of it. So she risked it all by giving it all to him- one night with many witnesses.  She didn’t care.  She was compelled to do it beyond judgment or criticism.  She wanted to be right with God again. 

She came to him, fell at his feet and worshiped him with all that she had.  And the sweet aroma of her sacrifice filled the house!

I want to tell you-There will come a time when we are no longer enamored with the gifts, because the anointing comes when the gifts are shattered at the feet of Jesus.

To know him, to love him, to surrender to him, to walk beside him is the greatest treasure and sweetest pleasure we will ever know.